I felt like going up to him and saying good evening, Uncle Bob! I am not certain at this late day that I did not do so.

I remember going up mighty close and sitting there and listening to his conversation with the officers of our regiment.

He had a calm and collected air about him, his voice was kind and tender, and his eye was as gentle as a dove's.

His whole make-up of form and person, looks and manner had a kind of gentle and soothing magnetism about it that drew every one to him and made them love, respect, and honor him.

I fell in love with the old gentleman and felt like going home with him.